Wake up.
You were always unreliable,
Mank,
they told me not to hire you.
Said you’d drink me into the ground
and that you did,
though something must be said
for the journey itself.
So, no–
I don’t know what to think now,
except that angles like yours
don’t exist in nature.
I will label you a thief.
Tie your name to a string
and tie that string to my wrist
so that I drag it everywhere.
I will find the world’s dirtiest places
and walk until the soles of my feet
are gone.
And, lo,
the next time you try to sign something,
you will be at a loss.
Your hands will fill with soot.
Wake up.
Please respond.
